Cosmic Illumination & Mechanical Mysticisms

The stars twinkle like forgotten Christmas lights malfunctioning in a garage attic of vastness. Their ancient winkings knit tales that echo across a cosmos too vast for bedtime stories.

"The universe whispers in ciphers," thought Professor Quartz, locked in debate with the Empirical Owl at the Grand Observatory of Irreparably Broken Time—a decidely circular building incomplete since the first century's turn.

When wisdom is nothing more than a yardstick for irony's bellowing suppers, even the grazioso glories of clockwork lights defy allegiance.
Seek not the celestial wisdom of Navigating Sirius, for indifference prefers non-Turing-tested legacies laid brick by indifferent bricks.